Luyện nghe bài hát Tales Of The Riverbank

Fourteen hours of shifts
In early Mersey mists
Too tired to
The cornflakes on your

As morning the docks
You of all the ships there must have been
A river full of everything it's not
And if your life's not meant to feel this
Maybe it's for someone to resist

The could tell you tales
Of working lives, ship sails
Jobs were passed from to their sons

Sometimes it comes to you
The to protect the few
Unless you the line your jobs are gone

If it takes a thousand days, we'll never
Tell it a thousand ways, you'll still be

Not a in the morning paper
like we've been out for ages
Maybe and players won't save us
But there's nothing on can break us

The to load a thousand ships
But willing hands can to fists
On picket lines feelings overflow

A job for decent pay
To fight if the only way
The says well tough you're on your own

If it takes a thousand days we'll stop
it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong

Not a word in the morning
Feels like we've out for ages
The unions and prayers won't us
There's nothing on can break us